User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-2246928-20140724202222/@comment-1298206-20140803032610

''Raggs grips the hilt of the cutlass with both paws as he forces the blade through Harchet's midriff. As the weasel begins to slump forward, Raggs breathes a sigh of relief as he manages to catch his breath, grinning as the life leaves his opponent. He sticks his tongue out of the corner of his mouth and licks up a little bit of blood. Looking around the deck at the other creatures, Raggs speaks up.'' "Who's next?"